Aeons passed with bitter clarity.
The ancient tale revives, into which we descend.
Here lies the remnants of the primordial affliction.
Why have you come, Reclaimer?
Why have you come to revive abominations?
One hundred millennia passed since the primordial virus spread a vast.
This plague lies deep within my keep, so why have you come, Reclaimer?

A pulse of energy wipes the galaxy clean of all its life.
Vivisection of the cosmos, a dogma of the damned.
The rule of ancients ceases to exist.
Alone in a vast obscurity of infinite perception.
Billions have vanished before my eyes.
Psychopathic devastation is the rule of our demise.
Sliding forward into the tale of which return is not an option, isolation, incubation of the virulent contagion.
Maddened resurrection, hypodermic insurrection, the beginning of an era, the dormant lord of death's erection.
The question is remaining: Can they overcome restriction?
Through rock, metal and time all they've done is fucking listen.
Reseeding has been nothing short of successful.
Life is thriving in the milky way, alone I’ve waited for anything.
The end of this insanity, alas they have arrived.
You've been away for far too long.
The origin of my existence finally has come.
Alas, they have arrived, it's been far too long.
Now they have returned.
The gift of life has been instilled, the successors to your past have been exhumed.
Held in the arms of exuberance, I fathom the infinite light and follow it into the night.
I regret to inform you to maintain a distance.
This ring holds entities you cannot imagine.
Approach the vector in which you have been given.
Rid the infestation of non-Reclaimers.
Legions of Covenant blanket the surface.
Searching for the cartographer, and searching for control.
Blacklisted facilities have been overrun.
I need your help gain them back before it's too late.
They've broken through the gates.
You will not take this from me.
From the abyss of bitter loneliness to the nostalgic rush of memory.
If only I possessed the form in which I was born.
A living body so I can embrace and rejoice.
The gift of life has been instilled, the successors to our past have been exhumed.
You are the child of my makers, inheritor of all they left behind, but this reign is mine.
A new chapter has begun.

The fog suffocates the marsh
Bewildered I am, for without companionship I am lost.
Hundreds of eyes watch over my shoulder
As I turn to look in disarray, before my eyes the reaper returning to slay

Meek and blinded apparitions, resurface and recompense.
The inner machinations of their minds are an enigma
It’s so close I can almost taste it
I begin to descend to the depths of dead gods

Materializing in infinite blackness
Blood paints the pathway to the only door illuminated
Approached without knowledge of what lies beneath
I taste the essence of death

Taunting whispers echo in the halls of smothered tears
Stopped to face the door again basking in overwhelming fear
Fallen comrades bleeding at my feet, what have they done?
Opening the gates of hell to the horror within

From each crevice and arch they emerge.
Unshackled from the prison of millennia to restore thy fallen lord
Elderly powers clandestine, shadowed in the vastness
Unscathed, sheltering affliction from the masses of the galaxy

Populace sulking in disease, chanting to their gods for mercy
Various forms of entities relinquish this tomb to those who seek treasury
I fight to stay alive as hordes of demons surge.
They whip and claw at my face as I cling to life

Immune to any actions taken thus far
Their only purpose: to consume and mutilate all
Bound in steel in the bowels of this world
Creatures made of flesh and maggots

Primal instinct dictates action
Perpetual repulsion is a factor that instills my rage
Relinquished of all control, relinquish all control
Relinquish your will and your soul
Relinquish! Relinquish!

Bittersweet truths always burn the tongues
Of those who wish to taste the terrors to come
Alas, an oracle of light brings salvation
The caretaker of this installation pulls me forth
Without a second glance at what fiercely follows
To the catacombs we go to end this all

Unforeseen this realm gives way to me
A demon unlatched from it's keep
Why do they stalk me in the shadows of my fate
Hail the darkened shrine
Circumvented womb of cessation
Forsake the light
Inhale pestilence

I dissipate from the realm of luminescent demiurge
To a chamber of blackened light and tainted oxygen
Filling my lungs with the stench of death
Misery fails to outweigh my fear

Blackness personified
The plight emerges and invites me in
Lapse of control, a shallow breath in litany
Claustrophobic, the walls seem to be closing in
Inhaling pestilence

The library devours all who attest the divinity of it's ancient design
Inhale the pestilence, forsake the light

Silenced has forever been the light of day
Defy your desire and kneel to me
Find solace in the darkness, within the scars healing
For only demise will restore the feeling of life

Obsessive, possessive
Follow me and you'll find I'm entitled as fuck
And I'll take what is mine
If you've got what I want
Then get ready to fall
Because I'll leave you with nothing
I'm taking it all

Shroud of confusion surrounds me
Should I kill myself or everyone around me
Will I ever find the answer to my question?
Will I ever recognize my own reflection

I'm a walking contradiction made in flesh
A mere discrepancy
Blurring lines where the lies and the truths meet
Paranoid and fixated on my own death
No matter how much that I chase it still eludes me

Petrified and surrounded by demise
Immeasurable power even in infancy
Shall we be undone in the darkness
Such devastation corrupts my mind

The plight emerges and invites me in
Lapse of control, a shallow breath in litany
Claustrophobic, the walls seem to be closing in
Inhaling pestilence

Silenced has forever been the light of day
Defy your desire and kneel to me
Find solace in the darkness, within the scars healing
For only demise will restore the feeling of life

Hail the darkened shrine
Forsake the light
Let the pestilence consume you

Circumvented womb of cessation
A multitude of wraiths embodied
Shrouding the monolith

The spire ripe with condemned containment
Nevertheless the guarded crusade attained
Harnessing the power within
The doomed immortalized

Spreading disease.
Two betrayals have unfolded before my eyes.
Virulent infection.
A tyrant so mad in the mind unraveling bloodlust upon the Reclaimer.
Begging for death. Down on his knees. He remains headstrong in his deceit.
Unaware of the dangers below, sparring with the Elite.
Banished to the winter below, the ice chills each body to the bone as they're buried beneath.
A world where the dead shall rise.
Instilling vengeance, yet eluding my demise.
Abominations from the deepest of hells.
Mind raped of essence, a purulent shell.
Bestowed with a task to devour worlds.
I shall destroy this place at once.
Fate beckons me to make the hardest choice I’ve ever made.
You've started a war, Bastard.
Deceit clouds their minds.
The tyrant speaks no truth, he only lies.
You dare threaten us, Betrayer?
Two betrayals have unfolded.
Virulent infection spreading disease.
Begging for my death down on his knees.
I'm arriving at the beam of light disrupting its pulse with my flesh.
The mad tyrant remains headstrong in his deceit, alerting the predators with grim intentions, unraveling bloodlust upon the Reclaimer.
In mockery sentinels gather encompassing the grail.
My destiny profound.
Desperation clings to my every breath.
Lay waste to them.
Chilling sensation messages my cerebra.
The demon's wrath eternally silencing the stigma.
I've seen demons torn apart by this deadly tundra.
Even in death they remain alive.
Banished to the winter below, ice chills each body to the bone.
My judgement is clouded by madness of the mind.
A sentence I never deserved, but rather you imposed.
I will bury all in oblivion.
The mad tyrant's betrayal.

A vessel within it's molding binds the path of life and death
Consumed relentlessly in vigorous sodomy
It's influence is infinite and so it's will
Complete

The gathering of all all
Assembled in flesh and in blood
He commands them
I dwell within his hollow mind
As he feeds on my memories
An orgasmic release

Like a flock of birds in the night
Succumbed to the stench of a corpse
I can taste the end
I'd hoped he'd never leave me
The warmth of rotting meat
Exfoliates my pores
Becoming one with his skin

I can't remember my name or my face
Engorging on the masses, and I fucking love the taste
I've never craved of mutilation in my wildest dreams
But I just can't escape the elation of their dying screams

I've felt memories slip from my grasp into the void
Internal condemnation, I feel it bleeding
Taunting the essence of my existence
Replaced are the memories of me
I've lost sight of it all

It's infamy scars the bones underneath my coat of flesh
The pain is seething, it dwells beneath this tourniquet
I'd hoped he'd never leave me
The warmth of rotting meat
Exfoliates my pores
Becoming one with his skin

I writhe in pleasure as the buzzards circle
The experience of hell, death and misery
In unimaginable pain screaming and gasping for air
Inside a tomb of the dead

Staring at the mirrored image paralyzed
Horrified at the shell of the man I have become

The gathering of all [2x]

Wisdom so unnatural, volumes it speaks
Encapsulated in his arms
To never be released

A mire of sorrow blankets the ring
Washing the purity from the face of sentience
Containment reeking of prosperity as it consumes hope and fear
Replaced I am
I've lost sight of it all

Is this the beginning or the end?
Your fate’s in the palm of my hands.

Betwixt the light and the void within the heart of the front.
Beyond the reaches of god, smothered in triumph and loss.
Alas, the nightmare nears it’s end as the hourglass drains of its sand.
Betwixt the light and the void.
Beyond the reaches of god.
I am worthy of the conquering of all.
Ignition of the fuse, the kingdom to fall.

Why do you continue in strife, Reclaimer?
Surrender the construct, and succumb to a painless end.
I shall never bow to a maddened tyrant obsessed with murderous protocols.
I shall not bow to thee.

Infamous name etched into stone since the dawn of days. Sheltered beyond the realm.
The secrets of Kethona have fertilized the seeds.

Bludgeoning sycophant legions spewing forth from the beast.
Infinite nightmares unleashed, spreading their toxic disease.
I will not rot, nor will I become a trophy of the tyrant of the kingdom to fall.

The time has come, the will is done.
I will not rot, nor will I become a trophy of the tyrant of the kingdom to fall.

Why do you continue in strife, Reclaimer?
Surrender the construct, and succumb to a painless end.
I shall never bow to a maddened tyrant obsessed with murderous protocols.
I shall not bow to thee.

As we near the end of the tale, tombs no longer beg for inversion.
The heretic prevails!

Horrors discovered, now have been cleansed.
I will not rot.
Dismemberment of the myriad.
Flailing as they suffocate in silence.
Recollected only in lore.

As the seeds brought forth from Kethona begin to fertilize, endless indoctrination proceeds to blanket the ring.
No longer an end, as a new beginning emerges at last.

Why do you continue in strife, Reclaimer?
Surrender the construct, and succumb to a painless end.
I shall never bow to a maddened tyrant obsessed with murderous protocols.
I shall not bow to thee.

I shall never bow to a maddened tyrant.
I have destroyed the ring and declared my legacy.

Glory and salvation!
Materialize in the light of the sun.
A fleet of billions raining from the clouds up above.
Jaws dripping for my flesh, they come for my head.
Twilight compunction illuminate the earth.
Legacies have been uncovered.
Before us, substance in it's orbit.
A second ring to end them all.
This is where the ancients fall.
All legions of the serpent unite as one.
Spew forth darkness in the form of a death of a nova.
Bestow fire unto their worlds.
For salvation has been gifted from the hands of the gods.
The sacred icon shall be found.
The silence is so deafening.
My brothers have forsaken me.
Forgive my haste, my foolishness, in the light of this tragedy.
You've fooled me for the last time.
An example must be made.
Look up, face the skies.
Kneel down, accept your demise.
Holy defenders basking in the effluence of human filth.
Unaware their beckoning goes unheard.
Beyond the shadow of doubt.
Alas, in my hands, driven straight into the ground.
All eyes bent towards the heavens.
The glorious light that splits apart the veil.
Behold the infinite jest.
Man shall cease.
All eyes to behold it's unrelenting reach.
In the darkest light we wait to transform into glass.
The beam of light emerges and completes the final task.
Upon release all life will cease.
Twilight compunction, burn this world to ash.
Burn this world to ash.

Savage structure of hypocrisy.
A vile being of infamy untainted for centuries below the library.
Murderous echoes in his wake.
Contagion, a relic of death.
Hatred embodiment.
Festering, Disgusting, sulking in mockery beneath the library.
Awaiting food for centuries.
The guardian of the realm apprehended by the gluttonous monstrosity, along with me.
Forsake the forsaken.
The forsaken effigy.
Below the spire remains the hideous figure forever treading these unholy grounds, anticipating sustenance.
Domain stained in ash and snow, plastered in corpses.
Undead but still alive, controlled by the hand of death.
Exacerbated resurrection of infection.
A nightmare externalized in human form.
Furthermore corrupting the incongruous descendants, raping them of their lives.
As the world burns, grinning at the fruitless attempts for survival.
Encompassing sentience across the ring.
Breaking away from the grip of old, extensive advancement coming from the black hole.
Free among the galaxy again.
The underworld arisen.
Exacerbated resurrection of infection.
Furthermore corrupting the incongruous descendants.
Delight inside my rotting flesh.
Existence in decomposition awaits.
Delectable tear drops gifted from agony, un-surrendered.
Dissolving remnants of molested offspring please my belly for it aches of youth.
Sinking in as my jaws begin to crack.
Orgasms flow as their bones collapse.
In the end, laying in banished famine bloated and withered.
Forsake the forsaken.

Exchanging of adornment ordered by the throne.
Causality of erroneous superstition.
Revelations unfolding massacres.
Betrayal in the name of the gods.
Observing an archaic conflict uncoil by the means of conviction through the harvester.
Perception altered by aberration, consequent to the influence.
The hive mind swarm penetrating minds.
Absolute septicity among vermin.
Infiltration of the the charity.
Once flourishing in life, offering shelter to those abroad.
The galaxy's exotic mass grave.
Child of my enemy, why have you come?
I offer no forgiveness.
A father's sins passed to his son.
Time has taught me patience.
But basking in new freedom, I will know all that I possess.
In the grand scheme of things, good and evil, atrocious and nourishing.
Revelations unfolding massacres in the name of their gods.
The obelisk of time.
A grave for the mind.
Memories of death fuels all mankind.
A growth beyond control.
A fire in which it shall burn alone.
Come forth beyond space and time to consume and conquer.
A demented, lost state of mind.
Necrotized, excruciating genocide.
The hive mind swarm penetrating minds.
Once flourishing in life of those abroad.
The exotic mass grave.
In the grand scheme of things, good and evil, atrocious and nourishing.
Revelations unfolding massacres in the name of their gods.
To be crushed in their mutiny, consumed in murderous revelry.
A desire un-relished.
Betrayal in the name of their gods.

A perfect climax.
Empty words and feeble souls fined in unholy lore.
Those to be avenged, dormant in their graves.
A dismal horizon of vigilance.
Sworn to stillness.
Obscured by intentful shadows.
A cell for all to view with pleasure.
The end is before our eyes.
Lay down your lives, today is a good day to die.
Today is a good day to die.
Almighty archaic exalted one, hear my invoking of power.
Accept my body through your marvelous gates.
Devour the essence of light.
Our vengeance has risen, unburied from shallow graves.
Our rage is infinite.
Crushed by the weight of lust he fails to perceive the truth directly before his eyes.
Too daft and obsessed with fortune, dismissing internal cries.
I'll never forget it, the day they came. I remember it like it was yesterday.
I still see my family... I still them petrified under that light.
That purple glow you see right before they...
I wonder what it would've been like if I were older, if I truly understood then what was actually happening around me, maybe I could've saved them.
Maybe I could've stopped all of this from happening.
Maybe things would've been different.
I don't know. Twenty seven years later, and here we still are.
Still clinging to life, still desperately running away.
And you know what? It just gets worse, and it will continue to get worse if we don't make a difference here, today.
Although we can save the rest of them, nothing will ever be the same.
Nothing will ever be the same.
I have lost all I had, everything I am.
Everything that once was, now a shadow on the ground, a memory that couldn't be anything more than sorrow and fury.
I'll never see home again, never comfort my wife as she mourns, and I'll never hear the cries of my firstborn son.
How can I possibly continue on?
If victory is achieved, as order restores life will permit me to take who I love and grasp them tight, for I will return home and finish this fight.
The vessel of infinite lies, devouring the essence of light.
Lurking in the shadows, luck and wisdom coincide.
Pernicious, dangerous, detrimental, a malevolent, sinister mortal stabbing the miscreant.
The Tartarus impalement.
Ready for war, standing before, the impending end of all things to come.
Your grisly structure compliments the cold heart forged between your black lungs.
Repent, or revel in your dying art as I force your copse into the ground.
Taking our lives. Immune to pain.
Breaking our bones. Bludgeoned to death.
Suddenly a weakness appears.
The brute is stabbed through the back.
The duel of enemies ceases as Tartarus falls down to his knees.
Impaled.
The defilement of hierarchs silenced by the world, swallowed in martyrous lore.
Tonight, victory is mine!
Die, taker of lives!
Tonight's victory is mine!